Standing on front of the mirror i examined my face, my mascara was now underneath my eyes creating black bags of rubbish. I sighed and brushed my teeth. Stripping of my clothes i hopped into the shower,washing myself and getting out quickly. I washed the excess mascara left on my face with a moist towel, and washed it once more with my face wash.
I dried my hair and threw it on a messy bun before going to change,i was up quite early,due to the fact that i couldn't sleep after I had waken up multiple times because of my nightmares. Since I wasn't leaving the house anytime soon, i threw on some pajama pants and a t-shirt. I put on my glasses and headed downstairs. I didn't turn on any lights because it was as well 5:00 in the morning and knowing my family members, they wouldn't be up for a while. My stepmother was usually at work already, but her car was still parked in the drive way. I went to the kitchen and there she was. "Morning robin your up early," she said rushing around filling her coffee mug. "Yeah i uh couldn't sleep," i answered quietly. "Huh more nightmares?" She asked sipping her broiling hot coffee. "Uh no, i just couldn't sleep," i lied, i don't know why, but i didn't want anyone to know about my nightmares, because more than likely, they would want me to tell them what i would dream about when I had my nightmares, and that was never a pleasant discussion.
"Hm well I'm off to work I'm running horribly late, I'll see you later kiddo" she replied kissing my forehead before rushing herself out of the door. I sighed and went straight to the fridge. Seeing nothing that satisfied me, i went to the freezer. I pushed loads of meat and vegetable put of the way which i used to hide my own stash of goodies. Since my family was very lazy, they weren't going to dig around to find good food, they would simply glance at the first items. I pulled out my rocky road ice cream, a spoon, and went back to my room. "Ahh ice cream, where would I be without you?" I sighed as i stabbed my spoon in bringing it into my mouth. Ice cream for breakfast, maybe not the best choice, but hey I'm young, I'm hungry, and ice cream sounds good.
I pulled out my iPad and texted kassie.
*get your lazy arse up and face time me! i have ice cream, and there is a possibility, that I might share! keep on mind woman i said might!*
I laughed as i dipped the spoon into my mouth, leaving it there after all the ice cream had been licked away to let the taste linger.
*ummm gurrl my lazy arse is up and i don't know if i want to face time you, i mean i just got home, and it is way to early to be seeing your ugly face haha jk*
I laughed as i imagined her saying that in her voice.
*or you could just come over and we could be fat and eat ice cream together, and i dont know i could also tell you how i beat Rosie's ass last night, but you know it's your choice i mean i can't make you....just suggesting:|*
I shoved another spoon of ice cream onto my mouth waiting for her to respond.
*ill be over in 5*
I turned my iPad off and sat down at my desk. Pulling put my sketch book and a pencil. I started to sketch the fine lines of a face, making the shoulders too, my drawings were usually from the head to shoulders, i liked drawing different faces.
I had the figure drawn and started on the hair,long and curly. After the hair had been drawn, it came down to the face, the best part. I drew the eyes,long lashes,stunningly blue. The eyebrows, the nose and the mouth. Her face showed a happy expression, but looks can be deceiving, what lies underneath? You see a smile can be fake, but do people notice? Only the closest do. Yet I've become a pro, mastering the art of a fake smile, can be hard. I'm tired of pretending everything's ok when it's not, I'm tired of lying.
I shoved my troughs aside as the door slammed. Oh kassie, i really did love this girl. Real best friends just walk in, they don't even have to knock, i laughed as i heard her drop something.
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Fanfic"So this is growing up huh,you know tear stained pillows every night,staring naked at yourself in the mirror, waiting for a text that will never come, wishing for impossible things, like narrower thighs or prettier hair. It's a vicious cycle of bein...